THE LOVELY HUSBAND
[I]
Oh a love-ly hus-band he was known, He loved his wife and
her a-lone; She reaped the harvest he had sown; She ate the meat; he
picked the bone. With mixed admirers ev-'ry size, She smiled on each with
out disguise; This love-ly hus-band closed his eyes Lest he might take her
CHORUS.
by sur-prise. Trot! Run! Was-n't he a han-dy hub-by?
What Fun She could plot and plan! Not One
Oth-er such a dan-dy hub-by As this love-ly man!
II
He answered at her least command:
He fanned her, if she would be fanned;
He vanished when she willed it.—And
He always coughed behind his hand.
She held him in such high esteem
She let him dope her face with “Cream,”—
He'd chink the wrinkles seam-by-seam,
And call her “lovely as a dream!”
CHORUS
Hot
Bun!
Wasn't he a lovey-dovey?
What
Fun
She could plot and plan!
Not
One
Other such a dovey-lovey
As this love-ly man!
III
Her lightest wishes he foreknew
And fell up-stairs to cater to:
He never failed to back from view,
Nor mispronounced Don't ( ) you “Doan chu.”
He only sought to fill such space
As her friends left;—he knew his place:—
He praised the form she could not lace.—
He praised her face before her face!
CHORUS
Shot
Gun!
Wasn't he a lovely fellow?
What
Fun
She could plot and plan!
Not
One
Lonesome little streak of yellow
In this love-ly man!